Ice

I am that ice 

That wills 

To throw a seven 

And

Awaits the rays 

Of puissant sun. 

The turmoil I am in, 

The pain of losing 

The niche 

Kill me each moment. 

Thinking that 

You are a bight, 

I grabbed you 

Not to flounder 

And 

Live in the shelter of love, 

But you orphaned me 

Again 

After playing with 

My every nerve.

From the freezer

Of your 

Unanticipated betrayal, 

I became the ice 

That wills 

To throw a seven 

Awaits the rays 

Of puissant sun.